A bottle of gin and a cigarette
Reporters ask you questions
Like a sunny summer day
So play the chords of love, my friend
Was all that he had left
They will put you up for sale
But it all fades so quickly
I've been around, I've had my share
But God, help the troubadour
Play the chords of pain
But I wonder who I left behind
'Cause you carry a guitar
Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame
They're surrounded by the girls
So play the chords of love, my friend
Who tries to be a star
Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame
They write down what you say
The more that you will fail
More that you will find success
If you want to keep your song
Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame
I can see you make the music
Play the chords of pain
If you want to keep your song
As they try to take the world
The other side of fame
So play the chords of love, my friend
And I really can't complain
When they find their melody
If you want to keep your song
Play the chords of pain
If you want to keep your song
I've seen my share of hustlers
Play the chords of pain
They will rob you of your innocence
So play the chords of love, my friend
